Monthly Archives: March 2010

A little
ant
follows
its
scent
down and
in between
the sand-filled
corridors,
like a web
being formed
inside
of a tight
space,
or a
day being
crafted
from the
night’s
movement.
I’m
still
amazed
at your
fingertips
that
glide
through
the layers
of my skin.

See,
this
leaves
me
upside down
and full
of wisdom
times wisdom
times
wisdom.
If you
could
only imagine,
this leaves
me
upside
down and
in
love
with the
things
that draw
moons to
kiss
when
no one’s
looking.

Like
last summer,
you
left
me upside
down
and thinking
about
this
ant’s thirst
from
a day’s
work.
Yes,
I’m relaxed
to
finally
come
home
to
someone
like
you.

Today I spent the majority of my day running around 10 miles. Not only was this run necessary, but it felt real damn good to solve a few more of the world’s problems. This past week I was offered a job where–like most of you–I would be able to work a normal 9 to 5 range, with of course, a little more responsibility attached to the day. Additionally, I would be in charge of a few more high priority resources that could propel my evaluations to the sky.

I opted out.

First, I love the people I work with and for. Secondly, I wouldn’t want to have to tackle the politics that usually accompany such a job description. Lastly, I simply enjoy the fact that the team I work for and with provide me one thing that this job won’t.

Freedom.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I’ve enjoyed many a challenge during my day, and I’ve seen evidence of those battles by the many scars that I’ve had to endure and repair. So, in every effort, this job offer is no different. I simply want to be a dreamer and this job, for what it’s worth, just doesn’t give me that type of freedom.

So, the 10 miles today allowed this old man to find the core of what makes him happy.

In other news, I was suppose to go to Houston this weekend to help a bud out with a job and housing prospects. This, as evident by the post above, didn’t happen. Job commitments, along with the Spring Break airline/hotel prices made the reality not so much for me. So, I’ll wait until the prices reduce and/or the economy starts to shake rattle and roll upward before I start to make quick jaunts across the nation.

So, all in all, it’s been a great break for me. Classes start next week and I’m actually looking forward to those long days starting. Now, if I can only convince the VA to pay for my ever-so-increasing tuition bill.

We’re
staring
at each
other,
sipping
coffee
like the
Gods we
are,
and watching
the
layers
that
drew
us
from the
cardboard
cutouts,
into the
acrylic
Mona Lisa-esque
status
we’ve become.
See,
we’re
destined
for greatness
and like
moonbeams
and
those long
walks on
into the galaxy,
we’ve
becomewe for
a reason.
If
we
only have
this coffee
to show
for it,
then let’s
start
clearing
the
table for
a
few
more cups.

More importantly, we tend to miss the things the people pass on to us to nurture. Usually, we miss the items that spawn as intimate gifts from loved ones that in turn create a newness to our lives and the things in it. If I may be so bold, we graciously and often miss the things that we’re allowed to steal from others–even without the owners even knowing at times.

I’m a terrible misser.

For one, I’m a messy optimist and I’ve always believed that no matter what happens, we’ll meet again in some capacity. I’ve always felt that even in the afterlife, there will be a moment where I’ll recognize your smile, walk, gaze, or love from within a crowded room of other lost souls. If I’m lucky enough, we’ll stumble into each other as we loosely trek across the galaxies in search of a further meaning of life. Or, if I’m really, really lucky, I’ll fall asleep and slowly, and without notice and very cautiously–because of all the galaxy searching of course–you’ll just appear next to me when I wake up.

Oh well…a guy can dream right?

But seriously, I do enjoy missing things and the things that I’m often afforded to love through the many layers of people who love me. I’m often amazed in how I respond because when the day’s over, I can only sit and allow the past moments of the day to once again linger inside of me until I’m ready to accept the end of one part of the day and the beginning of another.

So, what I have learned in life is to miss everything that enters into your space. We’re only guaranteed the few moments to make that decision until the next chance appears present and willing to take you on another journey.